Corona(Poem)

[Chidi Anthony Opara, FIIM]

By Chidi Anthony Opara

At the large laboratory,

At the garden

Close to the Golgotha,

They cloned it

And called it

Corona.

Like the bullets

And the rockets

They shoot from Golan,

They shot corona

Into the land of Shinto.

Like wildfire

Corona flew and spread.

All corners of earth

Got shares of corona.

The deaths are frequent,

The deaths are many.

The dead are buried by the dying.

Mourners

Minimized by frequency of deaths.

They are compounding,

They are ready to release the antidote

To keep corona away from our bodies.

We, the helpless and hapless of this earth

Will in great gratitude

Surrender our meagre earnings

To the evil geniuses

Who cloned corona.

(Poem presented as social service, all rights reserved).

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Chidi Anthony Opara is a "Life Time Achievement" Awardee, Registered Freight Forwarder, Professional Fellow Of Institute Of Information Managerment, Africa, Poet and Publisher of PublicInformationProjects